"My friend is a very good doctor," said the star boarder. "I'll send him up first thing in the morning. Probably he'll advise you to stay off the car a few days and rest up. You may be hurt more than you think. And you're not young any more."
"I'll make at least one run in the car tomorrow if I have to be carried onto it," said Pop Dillon stubbornly.
"Yes—and if you need a doctor, I'll get one," said Speedy. "There's plenty of good ones around here."
Carter concealed his annoyance as best he could.
"I think it's very nice of Mr. Carter to offer to help us," soothed Jane, annoyed that Speedy and Pop both seemed to be taking such a thankless attitude toward Carter's efforts. "And please send your doctor up tomorrow, Mr. Carter. I'll see that granddad lets him make an examination."
"Thank you, Miss Dillon," said Carter with a little bow. "I'm sure that's best. And now good night, everybody. I've got some business uptown. Did you enjoy your visit to Coney Island, Swift?"
It seemed to Speedy that the stranger meant by that to remind him that the little outing had been possible only because the tickets were furnished gratis by him (Carter).
"We had a good time," Speedy grudgingly admitted. He wished now that the trip to Coney Island had been made on his own money so that he could now tear the admission tickets up and throw them into Carter's face.
"Thanks to you, Mr. Carter," Jane smiled
